anything you can do, i can do better [kael and esther]
Apr 30, 2016 21:08:56 GMT -5
Post by grim. on Apr 30, 2016 21:08:56 GMT -5
E S T H E R.
The skin beneath my thumb and pointer finger is beginning to burn, the callused area beginning to get red with irritation. I had decided to come to this district that reeks of fish. I watch as these pathetic people rustle around for all of their belongings, their entire life's washed away by water. Perhaps it was a sign form god, but I'm sure it had something to do with the Capitol. I know that somewhere along the line the wrong person double crossed snow, and he has ruined district four because of it.
I take another swing at the oak tree before me, the wood chucks exploding around my ivory face. I feel the skin begin to burn even more strongly. I listen to the thumps of all of the axes around me. We had volunteered to get the resources needed to rebuild this district. Our axes thudding in tune with one another. I hear the birds tweet, and the leafs flutter in the breeze. The wether here seemed to be so much more windy, I wonder if this was due to the water?
I slam my axe into the bark once more, and i feel my skin burst. Scarlet liquid trickled from my finger and stains the hilt of my axe. I pull my hand to my lips sucking away the pain. I tasted that uncomfortably delicious metallic taste of my own blood. I look over to my left, noticing a boy. He was very tall, his arms bulging with muscle, his body fuller then many. His hair was dark and his jaw was sharp. I could tell his face, I recognized his bloodline, he had to be a Summit, there was no doubt in my mind.
I stare at him out of the corner of my eye for a few moments. I notice how fast he is demolishing the tree before him. I begin to be annoyed at his strength, I knew I was capable of out doing him, he wasn't nearly as strong as I was. I don't care how big the beast boy was. I wrap both my hands around my hilt, squeezing it so tight my knuckles turn white. I then bring the axe around my right shoulder whaling at the tree with all my strength. I then continue this pattern for a few more strikes, my breathe becoming heavier then before.
I take a quick moment to wipe my brow with my sleeve, and look back over at the boy, giving him a glance of mockery. I hadn't quiet caught up to his progress but I did make a big dent in my work. I feel how much those last few swings had drained my body. I felt a tad light headed, but I wasn't ready to give up yet. I was determined to beat this boy, I had to prove to myself that i could do it. I know I have the strength, who is to say he is any better then I? My adrenaline is starting to pump now, and I no longer feel the pain in my hand, or notice the beads of sweat dripping down my neck. I just begin to swing my axe with as much force as possible, what is life without a bit of competition?
district seven . seventeen . word count:570. table by Arx <3